My parents did not believe for a single day that organic changes happened to me, which caused tinnitus. My mother is still convinced that I was just mad, and I invented my own ringing in my ears.
I have not tried to prove anything to her for a long time.
They really do not understand that I miraculously was able not to rush under the train at the very beginning. I myself still do not believe how I could show such a will, and stay alive. I'm a maniac for life.
I tried to explain one thing to them - so that they would not make scandals with screams and blows with iron kitchen objects on the stove and table. It exhausts me, bends down to the ground.
But it seems it doesn't help to try and explain things to them - they live in their dimension, where a loud metallic knock is not as dangerous as it is for me, and that I have to fight with ruthless spikes after each such event.
They do not understand, and do not want to understand.
Today, mother again made a hell of a scandal from scratch, striking an iron stick on the table right next to me. I almost fainted when this loud sound pierced the brain. I am terribly worried, because I asked her not to do so.
I do not want to fight the spikes again, which turn you into an asocial vegetable that is not able to work and live.
I think that explaining and asking them is useless. I must become maximally independent. And never, never, never again see my parents.
They never believed in me.
I have not tried to prove anything to her for a long time.
They really do not understand that I miraculously was able not to rush under the train at the very beginning. I myself still do not believe how I could show such a will, and stay alive. I'm a maniac for life.
I tried to explain one thing to them - so that they would not make scandals with screams and blows with iron kitchen objects on the stove and table. It exhausts me, bends down to the ground.
But it seems it doesn't help to try and explain things to them - they live in their dimension, where a loud metallic knock is not as dangerous as it is for me, and that I have to fight with ruthless spikes after each such event.
They do not understand, and do not want to understand.
Today, mother again made a hell of a scandal from scratch, striking an iron stick on the table right next to me. I almost fainted when this loud sound pierced the brain. I am terribly worried, because I asked her not to do so.
I do not want to fight the spikes again, which turn you into an asocial vegetable that is not able to work and live.
I think that explaining and asking them is useless. I must become maximally independent. And never, never, never again see my parents.
They never believed in me.